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i’m thinking that as things get worse and the scope of how dangerous it could be to not just their town but like, everything, jun keeps a contingency plan in the cards. aligning w dead hand/perimeter being the name for a signal that would alert if russia ever got completely destroyed, and automatically trigger a retaliation that would burn everything else too. just think scorched earth backup plan for amity springs would be a little metal.

#i just like the subtle number station connection and the original idea that everyone who knows about the thing has to die to destroy it #even though they likely find another way if the worst possible shit happened and there was no saving anyone #almost like... blowing it up at the root but bc everything in town is touched by it everyone dies #anyway he didn't want to have to be playing 4D chess out here #i also think it'd be cool to do like... smth of a blackbox recording with an amplified signal that'd tell ppl what happened

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you hate him. you hate him. the words twist and gnarl like thorns, like undergrowth around her rib cage. it’s a mantra she can’t shake now, even if her head were her own. every insidious thought she’s had, however small, however fleeting, that’s ugly, dark, twists and boils with an ancient thing’s desires. “ you’re sorry? no. ” she spits, the static red, and hot, and burning; she pushes down harder on the metal bar. liu feels it in her fingertips, numb, all pins and needles. “ you’re fucking pathetic. ”

it feels good, doesn’t it? to squeeze the life out of something so violently. to hear something choke and sputter. to feel strong, powerful, to feel some fucking sense of control. but there’s a moment that something seems to click with the thing, by lilt of her head and how, even briefly, pressure on his throat lightens. “ … but you see me now, don’t you? ” realization rattles her lungs with laughter, cold and hollow, static. “ you believe. ” and that is worth so much more than a dead body in the woods.

“ you… ” a stammer, falter, and blind ferocity seems to slowly blink away; the white hot look in her eyes slips into a different kind of realization when she regains her voice. horror, when she sees the blood.

lacrosse stick is tossed into the mud when she realizes what she’s doing, and shaking fingers reach to hold his face. her knuckles ache. “ jun – what the fuck? what the fuck did i do? ”

hold is crushing, and he’s finally forced to let go of her. her words are harsher, cut down to bone like she’s pulled them straight from his ugliest thoughts. she’s speaking in his personal self-loathing; but he wonders how many of the words are her’s.

and then that something else speaks louder. he’s staring up into his sister’s eyes, and it’s only static. dark, empty, angry nothing. when she speaks, he hears the something else in the back of his head, ricochet echo in his skull. dread. his entire frame jolts with it; the stomach-sinking realization that it found him. it broke in the only way it could; through liu. no breath comes, eyes harden and he just meets the thing behind her eyes head on; “i see you.” it sees you. and as soon as it had conveyed its message, the static fades. and the metal choking him out loses pressure.

--and finally he can breathe, and it hurts. but it’s okay, he thinks, because liu isn’t looking at him like that anymore. for a moment all that comes up are sputtering coughs-- for a moment he’s letting his dead weight frame settle into the ground. all he can taste is copper, all he wants is to let his bones curl in on themselves. the forest floor could swallow him just now, and he might allow it. he looks at liu, and it fucking hurts. “it’s okay,” he says, low and ragged. and he doesn’t know how many times he repeats it while she touches his face, looks over his injuries in horror. and he’s not sure it is okay.

“that wasn’t you. i know it wasn’t you.” it feels important to say; he feels like he needs to cement it in his own head. it wasn’t her. it wasn’t her. it was something else. and just because he couldn’t understand it didn’t mean it hadn’t been there. he thinks dj had said something like that, once. but he can’t look at liu anymore, trying to bring himself up on shaky limbs, trying to swallow down how nauseous he feels. if you stop moving, stop talking, you're going to break down. and you're not going to break down. “can you just. can you help me find my glasses.”

#that shit HURTED #when you say its ok but like is it

@oldieshour said: ❛ You may suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. ❜

jun loudly scoffs. “when you say cryptic shit like this, you really make me rethink walking around the haunted woods with you, you know that?” but for once, he falters in his scathing review--thinks he might be too tired to argue about what is and isn’t real anymore. they both are, wandering around in the woods like they were making any kind of progress. it had stopped being about all that weeks ago. and maybe he’s just angry to be wrong, so wrong, about everything.

and he knows enough about aubrey murphy; that all that shit that happened back then was something he’d walked from as a near sole survivor. all that shit was real. and now, there was no logical choice--besides putting some kind of trust in him.

“look. you were right. is that what you want to hear?” he knows he’s being emotional--he hadn’t wanted it to spill like this, especially not here, not now. “why do i have to--why do i have to fucking sit here, and watch everything--everyone fall apart around me?”

and he’s talking his way through his problems again, carry the one, it’s still not an equation he understands. “it’s fucking punishing me, for letting it out.” it punishes everyone through the people they love. he’s stopped walking entirely; eyes flash up, angry, visceral. “--and i want to kill it.” his expression hardens; “you know everything, right? so tell me, how do we kill it?”

#sorry he's so mad at u murph he isn't really he's just frustrated #he's bout to be more like murph than he wants to by the end of this thing i'll tell u what #oldieshour

jun vc: if im going to get murdered can you at least play tiffany in the background i want it to be a vibe

#i think we're alone now there doesnt seem to be anyone around

ok let the squad work together to take down the thing????? gonna need the trope where we make a weirdo family and fight the rest of the town and hang out at the library or someone’s house and create plans to protect ourselves and each other???

anyway jun fights w the sleeper’s influence at every turn. he wasn’t affected until he saw liu taken over by it, and that was when he started to believe in it. but he is always trying to be a step ahead of it so it’ll either have to kill him through someone else or he’s gonna help w the research to destroy it but bro it’s on two of the most important people in his life and,

#i won't kill him tho he's an icon #and i think the worst things the sleeper would manifest in him is guilt that he was ever stupid enough to let it out of the box #bro he's not a fighter #mb invents some ways to tune it out

i can’t tell if jun or atlas is more the “why would i fuck a demon? simple. the status.” post

#jun vc: im joking #atlas: im not i'd do anything for The Status

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#nitw is the correct tone #dead air investigations be like #// vibe

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anger, hate. two things that define her, consume her, curl under ribs and cage the fire she’s got for a heart. ask her how she’d spend her night, and her answer wouldn’t end with jun bleeding in the mud by her hands, rain clinging to her jacket, but not quite washing away the blood.

she’s wildfire and bruised knuckles, ugly, gnarled, red. and the hazy thing inside of her, like static, or a rorschach test, howls and aches. hurt him, it says, kill him. or maybe it’s her own voice – is there a difference between the two anymore? still, she obeys; and it’s an easy motion for her to press down harder on his neck, trying to crush his throat under the metal bar of an old lacrosse stick.

“ can you solve this puzzle? ” she spits with cruel intention ( this isn’t you maybe it is you’re nothing but jealousy and hate maybe you really hate him ). “ how’d you fuck up your life so bad that dead on a forest floor is where you end up? ”

unprompted starter for @dcadhand . :)

dcadhand

dizzy, fucking dizzy, and blood that comes up in a weak sputter. with a broken gasp, he tastes the iron in his teeth, and glasses have landed somewhere off the side. exhausted by struggling, exhausted from taking her swings without much of a fight. not that talking to her had gotten him anywhere but the ground, barely keeping liu off him, barely breathing over the hard metal lacrosse stick coming down on his throat. and yeah, she’s always been stronger than him. he was always fucking skipping gym class. but this feels different.

dimly, loudly, the thought; it’s not her, whatever is holding him down in the mud now is not his sister. his vision is hanging dark on the edges when he looks up at her, wild rain slicked hair, his blood on her shirt, on her knuckles. he can’t make sense of cursed radio signals and monsters in the woods, but he thought he could always read liu. maybe it’s why he’s so adamant--because the scarier thought is that he hadn’t known her at all. that she could be so angry at him, that it isn’t the violent scream of radio static forcing him to choke on his words.

one white-knuckled hand releases the bar, coming up to catch the fabric of her red, red jacket. and the words are hard, and maybe she really is going to kill him. even if you wanted to, you probably wouldn’t win. but he still talks, that’s all you’re good at, isn’t it?

“liu,” he forces his eyes to level, even when his breath jolts and stutters; “y-you’re really gonna let that thing win? look at me-- please j-just, look at me. i’m sorry.” for whatever he’s done to hurt her, for letting the monster out of the box. “i’m fucking--sorry.”

#thnaks for attacking me in my home #:' )#offaired

dj: this week on dead air we investigate the amity springs forest, as part of our ongoing investigation: are demons real?

jun: [looks at the camera and shakes his head]

no i’m not ok please do not ask me again (jun’s mix).

001. not ok! - chaz cardigan . 002. tongue tied - grouplove . 003. lets dance to joy division - the wombats . 004. boy bye - brockhampton . 005. i like that - sistar . 006. deceptacon - le tigre . 007. break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored - ariana grande . 008. hot girl bummer - blackbear . 009. palace ( justin caruso remix ) - hayley kiyoko . 010. trouble - cage the elephant . 011. freakin’ out on the interstate - briston maroney 012. i think we’re alone now - tiffany .

#yeah break up with your girlfriend is here #we like pop and songs about depression #// jams #he's an icon what else can we say

just thinking on them

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#the energy the twins have covering for each other when they have someone over #// vibes

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#this one will Always go #// jams

@offaired said: ❛ these days the only thing that gets me outside is when i say: fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck you. fuck me. fuck this. fuck. fuck. fuck. ❜

he gives a thoughtful hum from where he’s perched against the edge of her desk, arms folded as he listens. “dramatic,” he offers, but it’s gentler. "you know people ask me about you--like, you're the second most famous cryptid in this town." he pushes away from where he had been leaning, tilts his head when she doesn’t look at him. he’s used to as much; liu has always been more of a hurricane than a person. and maybe if he could only put himself together ( be a different sort of natural disaster ), maybe he’d have something better to offer than a shitty party.

“come on lulu,” he tries again, “i know what’ll cheer you up. drinking and pretending we don’t live here.” what the fuck else was there to do in amity fucking springs? hands lightly extend to where she perches on the bed, and wait patiently for her to take them. “admit it, i’m the only fun person you know, and you’re not gonna make me go to this party alone.”

#he luvs his angry cryptid sister :/#come to the party... u can punch someone i won't try to stop u this once #offaired

@urbanlegcnd ❛ Oh and something else: – Fuck you. ❜

“cool, very mature.” a deadpan sentiment and a raise of his brows. he knows better than to start shit with her; and yet it’s impossible not to engage when she’s by far the most interesting person at the party. if anyone in town was going to be a witch, she'd have to be his best guess. screw shots, he thinks; if he’s been cursed by her, he’s fairly sure it would have happened some time ago, anyway.

“...look, i get that you want to fuck the ghosts, summon satan, loiter at the mall--” he gestures vaguely at her with his drink; “but it’s not a universal experience, francine.” he rolls his eyes, leaning further into the stair railing; “you wanna tell me about your mothman lore next?" a pointed pause, "i bet it was your weird ass who sent in the stupid game in the first place, just to fuck with us.”

#i don't know why i hope they're arguing about urban legends at a party #jun thats rude #mostly he's just enjoying himself tho #urbanlegcnd

@frequencydead said: ❛ I’m so tired. Sleep’s been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose. ❜

“yeah--you know,” he frowns pointedly at her, “that shit’ll happen when you spend all your time obsessing over a stupid--” exasperated, he lets the folder drop to the desk without fanfare. “--stupid ghost story, dj. it’s just someone playing a joke, i don’t fucking know, but you’re starting to scare me.” he watches her for a long time, and then bleary-eyed at the frantic notes on her kitchen table.

eyes catch her’s and he suddenly pauses--and he remembers to check himself, then, watching the tired lines of her face. fingers come up to rub at temples and he exhales tension, knows damn well they’re both tired. that he can’t pretend toll of endless research isn’t grating on his mind, like his eyelids aren’t sandpaper and dust and glue. can’t pretend he wouldn’t be screaming and tearing down every available avenue if it were his sister on the missing posters. and the thought is nauseating.

but maybe you’re just as insane for playing along. he makes dismissive gesture, draws the nearby curtains like it's not some kind of equally paranoid action; “...look, i’ll stay here tonight?” he comes back around, pauses, and gives her a small, playful shoulder bump. “...you know. make sure you don’t bust out a window or something in a sleepwalking rage.” and maybe it’s only half a joke, but he offers her half smile; we’ll figure it out, okay?”

#he's loudly annoyed and caring her #):#frequencydead

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BOOK STARTERS VOL.23 HOUSE OF LEAVES MARK Z. DANIELEWSKI

❛ It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine. ❜

❛ Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. ❜

❛ No one ever really gets used to nightmares. ❜

❛ I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. ❜

❛ Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila. ❜

❛ Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it. ❜

❛ Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful. ❜

❛ The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. ❜

❛ You will fulfil a promise I made years ago but failed to keep. ❜

❛ Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does. ❜

❛ I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore. ❜

❛ What can I say, I’m a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff. ❜

❛ Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you? ❜

❛ It’s just silent, no sound at all. It’s like something’s waiting. ❜

❛ I guess I’m hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control. ❜

❛ Oh and something else: – Fuck you. ❜

❛ God I’ve never been afraid like this. ❜

❛ I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived that you can’t call your own. ❜

❛ I’m so tired. Sleep’s been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose. ❜

❛ Not seeing the rip doesn’t mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I’m-Bleeding part. ❜

❛ These days fantasies flourish and die like summer flies. ❜

❛ Yeah I know, I know. This shit’s getting ridiculous. ❜

❛ ‘Fuck’ and ‘fall for’ have very different meanings. The first one you do as much as you can. The second one you never ever, ever do. ❜

❛ It’s a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope. ❜

❛ It’s, well…one thing in two words: fucked up…very fucked up. Okay three words, four words, who the hell cares…very very fucked up. ❜

❛ Do you think I could spend the night at your place? ❜

❛ Any fool can pray. ❜

❛ I feel like I haven’t slept in months. My neighbours are scared of me. ❜

❛ I’ve lost my mind? Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe I’m just really drunk. ❜

❛ Perhaps by cleaning out my system I’ll come to a clearing where I can ease myself into peace. ❜

❛ I should be dead. Why am I still here? ❜

❛ Fuck if I know. Your guess is as good as mine. ❜

❛ You are my flesh. You are my bones. I know you too well. I read you too perfectly. ❜

❛ Not all complex problems have easy solutions. ❜

❛ Do you believe in God? I don’t think I ever asked you that one. ❜

❛ We all create stories to protect ourselves. ❜

❛ Are you kidding me? This place is scary. ❜

❛ These days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. ❜

❛ You like that crap because it reminds you of you. ❜

❛ You may suddenly realise things are not how you perceived them to be at all. ❜

#lets do it baby i know the law #// memes

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